Name: Irina Davydova
Biography: Born into a small village in southwestern Siberia Irina spent much of her young life in the forests. It was there she first learned to shoot, aided by her industrial worker father. As she grew older she went out on her home and took up hunting. Due to this her family was always well provided for. She was never particularly proficient in her school studies so took up a job in the factories. Once war broke out against Germany she continued training her marksmanship and was drafted into the military. By 1941 she was on the front lines.
This was it. Now there was certainly no turning back. The moment Irina had entered the truck she knew where her platoon was headed. The Germans had been advancing fast so they had been sent to the front lines to hold them back. The mission was clear; defend the Motherland at all costs. She wasn't even sure if she would make it out of this alive, but she knew she would fight until the end.
Irina knew it wouldn't be long now until they arrived so instead she just examined the other soldiers in the truck with her. Most of them appeared to be young, around the same age as her even. She suspected they were all also fresh except for the few commanders up at the front. There was one young man behind her who particularly seemed interested in her. She was, after all the lone female in this platoon. She wondered of there would be more on the battle field or perhaps due to her marksmanship skills she was a special exception.
"Irina Davydova." She held out her hand to shake the young man's once he offered it. He seemed like warm company and somebody she could get acquainted to while in hell. However, she had been warned to not become too attached to anybody. Not yet. For all she knew this man could be dead by tomorrow.